"Jonas?"
Jonas considered just not opening his eyes. He had been in the infirmary for several hours, and he was tired and sore. Although Doctor Frasier had said she wanted him to stay for at least twenty-four hours for 'observation', Jonas intended to be up and out in half of that, despite the overwhelming weariness he felt. There were several translations that needed to be done, and he feared someone else might complete them in his absence.
He felt a light touch on his arm and with a sigh, gave in and opened his eyes. Sam Carter stood there, regarding him with a light grin. "Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good," Jonas rasped, giving his teammate what he hoped was a convincing smile.
"Pretty good, huh?" Sam said with a cocked eyebrow. "You could have fooled me. You look like you've been stomped on."
"No, actually, I feel okay. I'll be up in a little while."
"Jonas, you almost died. Why don't you just take it easy? Let Lt. Rush take care of you?" Sam said slyly, knowing the Kelownan had taken a shine to the pretty nurse.
"Sam, it's only my throat that was injured. There's nothing wrong with the rest of me." Jonas held up his hand. "See? The swelling is all gone."
Sam shook her head, her brilliant blue eyes creased with compassion. "Jonas, why the hurry?"
Jonas shrugged, knowing any truthful explanation would likely only get him a lecture. Sam stared at him for a long uncomfortable moment before saying reluctantly. "Well, okay. I need to get back to work. I'll see you later, all right?"
"Okay, Sam. Thanks for stopping by," Jonas smiled wanly. He knew from the look on the major's face that he had disappointed her in some unfathomable way. He watched her walk away and with a sigh closed his eyes.
